Faces emerge from the past
asking questions about the present.
Together
we reflect the future
in the wake of 9/11
in the slumber of economic recession.
What do we do now?
What we learned to do back then.
Critically Think.
When the timeline sags,
my past is always present and,
my present will not pass.
I am buried deep in a temporal hole,
and I can not see the future that awaits me
above ground.
Like a traffic jam at the intersection of space and time,
I am grid locked, bushwhacked?
Waiting for lights to change.
Waiting for cars to move.
Waiting for pedestrians to cross.
Waiting for something
anything
to happen.